
Billy the wine bottle of slept in a rack
He was undisturbed for many years
Maturing in a cool dark cellar
He got to know so well all the other wine bottles
They chatted for hours on end in the cellar
Telling stories about where they came from
How the warm sun shone on their grapes
Who happily gave up their juices to make fine wine
On one late afternoon all the bottles were napping
Billy woke to the sound of footsteps
There is somebody coming he warned the others
Billy knew there were only two possibilities
Either new wine was arriving
Or somebody would be taken away to be drank
Billy had seen many of his old friends carried off
The bottles stopped chatting as the footsteps got closer
Billy closed his eyes hoping that he would be chosen
Suddenly he felt a hand around his neck
He was pulled off the rack with a jerk
The other bottles whispered good luck Billy
Billy was excited about the prospect of being drank
He was dusted off before his cork was pulled
Placed on a large table to breathe
He could smell the gourmet food close to him
He looked around the table at the smiling faces
A large dinner party with eight couples
The ladies looked stunning in their fine dresses
All the men wore dinner jackets
This was going to be fun thought Billy
Billy was soon on his side again as his wine was poured
He listened to the speeches and the applause
Watched them all eat delicious food as his wine was sipped
He was so honored to add to the pleasure of the group
Listening intensely to their fascinating conversations
More of his wine was poured into a glass
Billy felt empty inside
Sudden he was grabbed off the table
Taken into the kitchen by a server
She had very rough hands noted Billy
She placed Billy in a large crate with the other empty bottles
They would stay there until it was time for rebottling at the vineyard
Billy recognized his old friend Bobby Bordeaux and they started chatting
Life is sweet said Billy with a smug sigh
Bobby grinned and replied and so is your wine Billy
……….to be continued………..